One benefit to blogging has been the ability to go back, to be reminded of times when God has used a circumstance, person, or experience to connect my dull senses to the reality of His presence and hand in the simple yet extraordinary happenings of this life.
So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
My hope is in a God who I can’t physically see, but who shows Himself to me daily in the works of His hands, and in the power He has to bring life to the death this world offers.
It was a beautiful sunny day, and we were enjoying a picnic lunch at one of the few remaining parks I know of in our state with a merry-go-round. My three oldest were running around, spinning, and hopping off and on it until they were dizzily laughing that contagious, “I can’t stop laughing” kind of laugh.
From my perch at a nearby picnic table, I noticed an older couple in a wheelchair-enabled van preparing a child to get out in her wheelchair. I could see she was thoroughly handicap, with arms and legs gaunt and stiff from a lifetime of non-use. It was obvious she needed fulltime care. They got her set just right and after about 20 minutes of preparation, headed toward the playground, directly to my kids and the merry-go-round… Almost as though that was the only reason they’d come here.
Our children stopped their laughing, slowed down, and learned the girl’s name was Hope, that she had a big smile…
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